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Thursday, August 16, 2012

My friend Jonathan has promised me that the only thing standing between this blog in its present obscurity and internet fame are apparently a lack of cat pictures. (Said promise was implicitly implied and represents an enforceable contract, BTW.) I really, really try to avoid the "cat mad spinster" cliché. In fact, (almost) all of the cat-related items that I own—i.e. magnets, books and *cringe* oven mitts—were given to me by friends and family members. (My mother gave me the oven mitts, so I could never bear to get rid of them.) But I'm also a whore, so I will happily comply.

I personally have two cats: Bailey, my 15 year old male, and Pfeiffer, my 13 year old female.

Bailey is an orange and yellow tabby. He is as dumb as a box of hammers and a complete shit. Don't get me wrong, I've had him since he was a kitten, and I love him more than anything. But nobody else who has ever met him feels the same way. (My sister, who lived with him for a summer, calls him "Kitt-iot.") Bailey was named after Tom Bailey, lead singer of the Thompson Twins, my all-time favorite group.

My personal rock god

Pfeifer is grey with some striping. I got her as an adult from a cat shelter as a companion for Bailey because I was worried that I wasn't giving him enough attention. She is incredibly sweet-natured if a little clingy and needy. She wants to be petted 24/7, and I do my best to accommodate her, particularly when she taps me with her paw to let me know that petting is required. Pfeiffer was named after the lovely and talented Michelle Pfeiffer and her sexy, sensual depiction of cat woman.

"Meow" indeed!

So without further ado, I bring you...

Michael's Kitties on Parade!
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Bailey sez, No pictures! No pictures!

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Pfeiffer, in repose

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All shall love me and despair!

A dainty little pose

Cuddling in their younger days

Cuddling while channeling the devil

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The Foundling

Of course, I'd be remiss without posting a couple of kitten pictures. I fostered this adorable little kitten after he was found in the downtown parking garage across the street from where I worked. Bailey & Pfeiffer were amazingly and actively disinterested in expanding into a threesome, but I found the little guy a wonderful home with the crazy aunt of one of my co-workers. (I look like I have him in a death grip in the second photo, but I was just trying to hold him still for the picture. I promise I was being gentle.)

The LOLCats

Finally, I bring you the obligatory LOLCat, especially for fans of Batman's The Dark Knight.